I eat, I eat, yet still I starve,
Why can’t I stop? What pulls me hard?
I crave, I ache, my mind’s a haze,
I spiral deeper, lost in a maze.

Always hungry, never full,
A haunting need, a forceful pull,
I try to fight, to take control,
But I’m losing grip — I'm losing my soul.

My eyes see red, I’m going mad,
Crazy like a hen, desperate and sad,
Why can’t I stop? Why can’t I break?
My body’s weak, it starts to shake.

Stop, stop — why won’t it cease?
I beg, I plead, just grant me peace.
My arms, my legs, they’re worn and numb,
Caught in a cycle, nowhere to run.

I need control, I need to stand,
But I’m slipping away like sand in my hand.
Why can’t I stop? Why can't I flee?
Why does this hunger keep swallowing me?

My thoughts go dark, my vision blurs,
A restless hunger that forever stirs.
I want to be free, to quiet the scream,
But it’s eating me alive—this unending dream.


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(someone who has been stressed eating for there hole life)
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